I swear to God you're all retarded and nothing will ever be able to fix it because you all fight against what actually is helping and destroy every single thing in its pursuit of helping and call that being victorious; call it winning.

What would that be?

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”Viktor E. Frankl

It Felt Love

How did the roseEver open its heartAnd give to this worldAll its beauty?It felt the encouragement of lightAgainst its being,Otherwise,We all remainToo frightenedHafiz

I swear to God you're all retarded and nothing will ever be able to fix it because you all fight against what actually is helping and destroy every single thing in its pursuit of helping and call that being victorious; call it winning.

What would that be?

Why should I bother trying to answer your question?

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

On the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of Hell when even the twisted seems right and comforting when it's all you can manage.

Welcome to the world where Nightmares become Beautiful dreams again. Welcome to Heaven rising from the ashes like the Phoenix to roar like a dragon upon its rebirth.

"They laughed at him when he walked unarmed into the midst of their gunfight and all-out nuclear and biochemical warfare. They weren't laughing when the shooting was done and they all lay before him, reborn; and he, riddled with scars and wounds just walked away until his dying day."

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

There will never be a true 'the end' or a true 'happily ever after'. There will always be another page and another chapter and that is no small or great thing.

This is how I feel these days:

The more I see, the more I hurt, the more I know, the more I fucking burn all over in the worst ways possible.

the childish nature of the manipulators and the controllers bothers me incessantly, and the constant droning of the torturers inside my head and the heads of others that just ruin every good moment of mine and others lives has me just losing my god damned mind.

The only constant I know to be true is that all true love gets raped and destroyed and constantly vilified for the sake of those who do not respect or value the 'weakness' of it. A pity that some of us needed it.

I have seemingly mastered multiple and split personality disorder on an epic level.

they made me beautiful, but nobody wants me near them anymore.

They just refuse to let me have anything at all.

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

Find me in the darknessThere I stand and there I fightIn the cool darkness find mestriding forward, fiery spirit blazingborn of the need to surviveand borne by the wings of angels and demons bothWith hellfires burning within my eyesand halo tilted, supported by growing hornsfind me in that darkness, in the madnessstill fighting for my own freedomfor freedom is a dream fought for and sharedbut they ain't taking it from me.Come, find me in the darkness...

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

Don't worry about it being about survival of the fittest or those most able to adapt. Don't worry about it being about survival. You all will die in the process of living and die again somewhere on the other side of living. And then on the other side of death again learn how to live and die and then get back up to die again and I do so promise my utmost to kill you all until you die.

Don't bad-touch the children, btw.

Either you stand for something, or you'll fall for anything.

Never try to cheat what holds all the cards with the deck superbly stacked against him, yet somehow managing an impossible win.

Through eternity and beyond, through death and back to life again; through it all and I'll still be the realest motherfucker you ever knew or laid eyes on; through the most surreal parts of reality; the most depraved insanity, constantly ahead and never daunted, forever haunting.

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

I don't know why people idolize other people. They're just people like anyone else, but there's a lot of people who put them on a higher level than themselves and practically adore their every move and try to mimic them. People should just be themselves. The problem is that so many are stuck in self-depreciation that they honestly don't see themselves as being good enough when reality would show far differently if they could just alter their perspective of things a tiny bit. That's all it takes for the door to start opening. It's good to respect people, but try to remember that everybody is just another person; no more and no less. Meeting them may feel like an honor, but it's no more an honor than meeting anyone. Every person has inside of them a battle and it all comes down to a simple choice; like that of Harry Potter when being sorted. People could do well in various aspects of life, but it simply comes down to choice. Choose to be yourself and choose to be the type of person you love. It may be hard, but it's infinitely better than idolizing someone else when they're really not all that different from you.

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

I swear to God you're all retarded and nothing will ever be able to fix it because you all fight against what actually is helping and destroy every single thing in its pursuit of helping and call that being victorious; call it winning.

What would that be?

Why should I bother trying to answer your question?

Because there may come a time when I need to use this little pearl of wisdom (not being sarcastic).

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”Viktor E. Frankl

It Felt Love

How did the roseEver open its heartAnd give to this worldAll its beauty?It felt the encouragement of lightAgainst its being,Otherwise,We all remainToo frightenedHafiz

And, it took them two-three years from then to fully raise their King. Here I am. Your eternal King of an empire of dust and dirt and shit piled high; with my crown and the cross I bear reduced to mere troubling shadows that no longer trouble:

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”

That's because your head is still up your ass and down in negativity-viewing. You still don't know how to turn a self-fulfilling prophetic fate into seizing your destiny and walking on solid ground through the same fate seen from a much different perspective.

“We hide in plain sight, and it works. Majestically. Everyone else can fuck the fuck off.”